I couldn’t sleep throughout that night.

My experience was not what I imagined. My quest for pleasure has landed me in a deep, dark pit.

I couldn’t find my way. I was lost.

I don’t believe in God. But at that moment between life and death, I could sense my inner man making piety and promises to a deity. All I wanted was help.

That night, it was cold. It rained all through. But the perspiration I was drenched in seemed as if I were putting on wet, washed clothes. Cascades of sweat were dripping from my armpits. My chest was a lake of sweat. Sweats were dripping from my groins, flowing through my thighs to the floor, where my shaking legs were positioned.

It was when I scratched my left thigh that I discovered that what covered my groin regions was my Tommy Hilfiger boxers. I remember quickly putting on a white polo shirt when the tragedy struck. I never knew it was mere imagination that I was wearing a trouser.

I and Anthonia grew up in the neighborhood of Adesuwa, in Benin City. It was close to the New Benin market. It is bubbling with various activities. Life in the city was exhilarating and humorous. Our neighborhood features all kinds of good, bad, and ugly situations. Adesuwa is a strong name in the city that has powerful traces of the Oba’s palace.

My family shares some similarities with Anthonia’s. The major difference is the complexion: my parents are dark, and Anthonia’s parents are light. Our fathers were ambitious bricklayers who struggled for clients during the day at Iyaro and had fun at the beer parlor every evening after work. Our mothers were petty traders along the market road.

We attended the same Oguola grammar school, which is not very far from our houses. We were in the same class too. Both of us find ourselves in the market to help our mothers after school. This was a routine that strengthened our bonds until people started calling us husband and wife. But as timid and naïve kids, we never knew what they meant. We were just living our lives.

It was during our common entrance registration that I discovered that Anthonia was 2 years older than me. We were of the same height and stature. We even looked like fraternal twins. I always claimed to be the boss and acted as boys ought to act in school and on the playground. I thought I was older than her, or at least in the same age category, but I was wrong. Immediately after that discovery, I made sure I hid my age from her.

As time passes, Anthonia begins to grow into a mature woman. I still can’t fathom how her maturity took place. Because it seemed she grew into an adolescent in a single night with nice curves at appropriate angles. She grew to become more beautiful. Her face shines like day.

In the beginning, I never had any feelings for her. We saw ourselves as normal “paddy paddy.” From afar, many thought we were siblings. We were partners in crime. Always scheming ways to steal our mothers’ biscuits and chocolates from the containers they stored and displayed in the market.

The first time I lusted over her body was when she was 17. That day was Friday, a public holiday. I woke up so excited, and in less than an hour, I was done with house chores. It was 8 a.m. My parents have already dispersed to their place of work. The only thing left for me was to eat and either play or have some rest. However, my legs were swift toward Anthonia’s house. The house was boring at that time. I couldn’t wait to eat. I dash to go meet Anthonia. When I arrived at their house, she was filling their large drum of water outside. Though this round of fetching filled the drum. She instructed me to wait for her outside as she went to fetch water for the last time. I obligated.

I sighted her from afar when she was coming, so I began to position myself to help bring down the bucket of water from her head. When she got close, I stood up. As I stretched my two hands to help her, she also supported the bucket with her hands. Unfortunately for her, her wrapper untied at the left side of her arm, where she had hooked it tightly.

The disappearance of the wrapper from her body tends to reduce the pace at which the bucket of water left her head to the ground. I stared from her apple-like breasts to her scarcely hairy pubic region carefully positioned between her sculpted curved thighs as I assisted her with the bucket to the ground, and when it finally landed, it was with the velocity of light that she wrapped herself back. I was dumbfounded. The only statement she made was, "C'mon, will you close your eyes? Small boy like you.”

That scene lasted in my memory for some days but later evaporated. Things were still normal for both of us.

Six months after that incident, Anthonia and her parents relocated to Warri. Before their departure, I overheard her mother telling my mother that her brother-in-law had just completed a big mansion in Warri town and insisted his younger brother, Oghene, Anthonia’s father, come to live with him. I felt pained. I will miss Anthonia and her family. We didn’t even bid each other farewell because the day they departed, I was in school.

Our lives continued in different spheres, unknown to each other.

But fate brought us back together. But instead of recreating childhood memories, it turned into hours of horror—a memory that will be the last to disappear from my mind.

I was scrolling through Facebook when I saw the beautiful pictures of Anthonia and her mother scattered throughout the timeline. I never doubted it. I knew it was Anthonia. My guess was right when I sent her a DM, and we began to familiarize ourselves. The last time we saw each other was 9 years ago.

She has grown into a mature woman and now owns a cosmetic shop. She was still based in Warri.

I was in my final year, 400L, studying political science when our paths crossed. And ever since that moment, our calls and chats have been long, like Mississippi. Those series of conversations led to infatuation and lust. I reminded her of the day her wrapper was untied, and now imagine having her body to myself. She laughed hysterically on the call.

A series of chats and calls led to an agreement on a date we would meet. She planned to come on Saturday and leave on Sunday morning. I was so glad to hear that because that Sunday was the eve of my final exams.

It was not because of women that I insisted on staying off campus, even though my parents insisted I stay in the school hostel. I wanted peace. I wanted my space. Notwithstanding, I fantasized about bringing women to my home.

The week that was pregnant with Anthonia’s arrival was filled with anxiety and hope. I deciphered ways to scheme my parents for extra funds so that I could be able to make her stay enjoyable. Friday night was the height of it. I prayed that the electricity supply would remain as it was because I knew that was the only disappointment I couldn’t handle as I didn’t have an alternative source of power and electricity.

Our chit-chat on Friday was abrupt. She gave her assurance that she was coming. I woke up at intervals all through the night to check the time. In the first interval, I woke up by 11 p.m., even though I had slept by 10 p.m. I woke up at 1 a.m., 4 a.m., and 5 a.m. subsequently. The last was at 7 a.m. I couldn’t go back to sleep. I had to add the final touches and start preparing a nice meal for her—white rice and beans and turkey stew.

I received a call from her by 8 a.m. She informed me that her bus just moved out of the park to Benin. I was glad to hear that. Immediately I dropped the phone, did 50 push-ups within seconds, and zoomed back to the kitchen.

By 10:30 a.m., she called again to say that she had landed at Ugbowo Motor Park and that I should come to pick her up. Within me, I screamed, “Yes, the hour has arrived!’’.

The transportation fare from where I was to her location was #100 using public transport. But the excited man in me boarded a cab to and fro, which ended in me spending #1200. I didn’t care either.

She was welcomed by the blended aroma from the kitchen and the morning freshener odor. She was in a trance for a few seconds when she finally entered.

Antonia was still as playful as in her juvenile days. We had long conversations about life and family. I told her about school. She told me about the life of a female entrepreneur. At that moment, I just wanted to marry her and be with her forever.

We ate. We played the Monopoly game. We fell into a deep sleep when we couldn’t continue with the Africa Magic movie. She woke up earlier than me and had her bath. I had my bath later, and I took her on a tour around some beautiful places in my surroundings. Our fun would have lasted past 9 p.m. if not for the change in weather. It started drizzling slowly; we quickly boarded a motorcycle that took us back to the house.

We resumed watching TV as we feasted on the barbecue beef and juice we prepared before leaving the house.

It was this time that I needed to act as a “sharp guy” and bold man. I drew closer to her; she was sitting beside me on my right side. I placed my right hand across her neck. Her hair smelled nice, and her body wasn’t only lustrous but perfumed.

I could hear the silent throbbing of my heart as I whispered words of romantic adulation into her ear canal. She acted timid. Her eyes were still fixed on the TV.

As I caressed her hair, I began to summon the courage to go further. I drew closer to her and closed the little gap between us. My right hand left her hair and traveled to her shirtless right arm. My palm grazed her skin, and my fingers massaged her pores, sending waves of erotic signals into her.

By this time, I had already gathered all my courage. Simultaneously, my left hand crept to the red button on the TV remote as my lips merged with hers in a profound kiss. She responded gently, as our lips were locked for seconds. In that position, she gradually relaxed her back on the long sofa chair we were sitting in.

I took her up after some time and pulled off her clothes. Lo, and behold, her magnificent breasts. It was much bigger and more rounded than the first time I saw them nine years ago. My left hand quickly unhooked her bra. I still don’t know how I learned that skill. Her boobs were set free; behold the wonders of nature.

I could hear her heartbeat. My lips were on her right nipple, while my left hand was on her head and my right hand was on her left breast. I was in a haste to fulfill my imagination. I noticed her right hand trying to unleash my pipe. I paused, stood up, and allowed her to unzip my trousers. We were both in our boxers now. She wanted to fall back to the chair, but I quickly held her, lifted her from the ground, and walked majestically to the bedroom.

A few seconds after we landed on the bed, she started shaking. At first, I thought she was lost in romance and enjoying the pre-intimacy. She became unresponsive as the shaking continued, and excitement departed from her face. She was now acting strange, and her face turned pale. Her pupils vanished from the center space in her eyes.

I tried calming her down. I ran to get her water, but she couldn’t drink it. It eventually spilled on the bed. I increased the speed of the standing fan and brought it closer to her. Yet her problem wasn’t repressed.

I have lost my erection this time. My d1ck strung like a polyethylene threw inside the fire. I was lost in confusion.

I touched her cheeks gently to restore her, but all to no avail. I kept asking her what was wrong but got no response. I was extremely nervous this time. I screamed for help, but the heavy thunderstorm and raindrops on the roofs of my neighbors obliterated every sound coming out of my room.

Anthonia was unconscious at this moment. Half naked on my bed. A stream of tears started rolling down my eyes. I thought of running away, but I remembered I had my final exams around the corner. I thought of bundling her to an unknown place, but I feared being caught. I was scared. I was lost. I was confused.

I quickly put on my shirt and ran to Tunde’s apartment. Luckily for me, I saw him bending the knob of his door as he proceeded to enter. I fell on my knee and begged him to come to my rescue. He was shocked and confused, like me. He asked me what was wrong, but I couldn’t muster a coherent statement. I was stammering as I tried explaining. I was dragging him to my apartment as I find words to explain.

When he got inside my room, he was shocked. His eyes almost popped out of his head. He knelt, felt her pulse, and told me she was still alive but needed to be taken to the hospital immediately. We boarded for a bolt and, within 10 minutes, arrived at the scene. We both carried Anthonia to the nearest hospital.

At the hospital, I was screaming, lamenting, and cursing that day. My palms were locked on top my head which was shaking in regret. My eyes stared intermittently at Anthonia, hoping for her complete restoration. Within me, I have already canceled the intention of any sexual intercourse now and in the future.

Anthonia finally regained consciousness at 11 a.m. on Sunday. That was all I was praying for. I even forgot I had my final exams the next day.
She was diagnosed with generalized tonic-clonic (GTC) seizures. Later, I became ambivalent: happy for her convalescence but sad losing a lot of money to medical bills. She helped sort out some of the bills, though.

I scolded her for not informing me about her medical condition. She said she didn’t because if she had told me, I wouldn’t have allowed her into my home. And it has hindered her from having a genuine relationship. However, the seizure occurs once in a blue moon. I was enraged at that moment. But I had to keep it cool, and pitied her.

She was discharged from the hospital on Monday afternoon, spent the remaining part of that day in my house, and traveled back to Warri on Tuesday morning.

I’m still reevaluating a chance with Anthonia. It seems I love her and will take the risk to be with her. However, I am scared.

Now, I’m just hoping I got a good grade on my last examination because I wrote the exam based on layman’s ideas.

Cc. Hedgefunds, Tonnyray, et al.,

Caveaddullam don dey write erotic romance

You sef talk am?

crystalmoon:
Caveaddullam don dey write erotic romance

Interesting story, feed us more

so sorry for the experience bt pls can you shed more light on the GTC thing? so that we can know how to handle such scenarios incase

Disposing her body won't be that hard, just put in the back of your car and dump in 3rd mainland bridge

progressb4andno:
Disposing her body won't be that hard, just put in the back of your car and dump in 3rd mainland bridge

Shut up.
Read, u no go read.

Nice story

CaveAdullam:
I couldn’t sleep throughout that night...

My experience was not what I imagined. My quest for pleasure has landed me in a deep, dark pit...

Brilliant prose.
I'm hooked already.
Keep this up CaveAdullam.